We drank as much as we could
and she drank more than she should
we stumbled out of this shit whisky bar
and that is the story so far
guieded by the dim street lights
we walked through the black harbored night
no people, no passing car
well, that is the story so far
"she thinks she smells the northland snow"
and she's as glad as I to go
her very bolts are sick for shore
andI, I want it ten times more...
she silenced her mouth when i asked for her name
and she asked me to please do the same
she said "it's all written in the stars"
and that is the story so far
but she whispered her name when I kissed her goodbye
her voice stained by whiskey and tar
"she went back to where she belonged"
and I "I went back to the bar".
"she thinks she smells the northland snow"
and she's as glad as I to go
her very bolts are sick for shore
andI, I want it ten times more...
